a bit more

I first stopped time and went to the stylist who was working on the man. I unbuttoned two more buttons on her blouse and pulled it down a bit. I then hid and restarted time.

The first stylist finished combing the woman's hair then leaned her back to wash it. She shampooed it then went to rinse it. Just before she finished, rinsing, I stopped time. I walked over and pissed all in the woman's hair.

I went back and restarted time. The stylist turned off the water then towel-dried the hair.

I turned my attention to the red-headed stylist giving the auburn-haired customer a trim. She had wet the customer's hair and was about to snip off the ends of a strand of hair on the back of the young lady's head. I stopped time and walked over to them. I moved the scissors so they were just above the scalp. I went back and restarted time.

The stylist chopped off a strand of hair. The customer, who was now looking at her phone, did not notice. The stylist looked petrified. She quickly dropped the strand of hair. "So, uh...could you um...believe that woman wanted to be like...uh...a customer?" she asked while trying to brush some hair to cover up the divot she had cut from the woman's head. She went to snip off the ends of another strand, but thanks to me, she chopped off another lock near the scalp. She was visibly trembling now as she looked at the two divots in the back of the woman's head.